Pregnant bridesmaid (Patreon)

Michael slowly climbed the stairs, trying not to fall on his shoes with a small heel and with his new center of gravity due to his huge belly.

"It should be here!"

Michael stopped to take a break. In this body with this belly and these uncomfortable shoes, it was hard for him to climb the stairs. Although it was only the 5th floor, it seemed to him a huge skyscraper and he was very tired. His definitely feminine chest on his feminine body was pressed tightly against a tight dress and bra, but still jumped with every ridiculous and difficult step. He wanted to take off his shoes on the second floor, but the stairs were very cold, and besides, when he bent down, he realized that it was difficult for him to do this because of his large belly.

- Sophie, are you there?

Down below a woman's voice called out

"It must be me. I urgently need to find this stone. I threw it around here somewhere."

Michael looked around, holding onto the railing with his weak little hands, which had been masculine and strong a few minutes ago.

He tried to see and find a strange red stone, which, by logic, did it to him. A few minutes ago Michael was standing here waiting for his friend and smoking, holding a stone that was lying here on the windowsill. He looked at a large crowd of people waiting for the bride and groom.

- Michael, thanks for waiting, watching the wedding?

- Yes, I’ll finish smoking now and let's go. I wish I could be at this wedding too. Look at these bridesmaids. Especially the one who is pregnant

- Would you like to meet her?

- Damn it yes! I would like to get into her dress! Well, you understand what I mean!

The stone lit up, but Michael ignored it. It was a second flash. Emotionally, he put out his cigarette and threw a stone on the floor

As soon as Michael left the entrance, he immediately noticed something wrong. For some reason, everyone looked at him, but then they continued their conversations.

- Hey buddy, you ...

Michael began to speak, but was interrupted firstly because of the sound of his voice, and secondly because he saw that his body had become completely different. He saw a neckline with a decent female breast, which was now his. And his belly became so big that he could not see the floor below him. He grabbed his chest and stomach and began to examine. He was wearing a purple tight dress, thong panties dug into his ass, and tight bra straps were felt on his shoulders.

"What the hell?!"

He tried to find his friend, but he was nowhere to be found.

- Sofia! What did you do there? Are you okay?

But Michael didn’t realize they were talking to him. He took a step back into the porch and nearly fell because of his new shoes and heels. He had to get out of here, go back.

...

Finally, Michael saw this old red stone.

"Aha, there he is!"

He sat down on one knee. His stomach made it difficult for him to reach for the stone and lift it. The dress that hugged his body is now even tighter

"Damn uncomfortable clothes and this body"

He lifted a stone. Behind them there were already the steps and sounds of a restless girl who was worried why her pregnant friend left them and now climbs higher and higher up the stairs in this unfamiliar house

- Sophie. Here you are. What are you doing?

The girl came closer, and Michael was already holding a stone in his hand. He did not pay attention to the approaching girl and began to say his desire, looking her straight in the eyes

- I want to be myself! I'm Sofia Swenson!

Michael wanted to say his name, but instead said the name of the girl whose life he accidentally stole. He covered his mouth with his hand and scaredly tried to repeat

- I want to...

- Sofia. What are you talking about? Calm down please. Is it because of Tommy? Because he left you? That it is in your hand. Will you let me see?

Slowly, reality began to return. He pushed the girl away and again spoke confidently

- An ugly stone! Just give me back my body!

- Sophie, Sophie! Calm down! What the hell are you talking about?

The girl shook Michael and from this he began to get angry. Nothing happened, the stone did not even glow. Michael no longer knew what to say. He was looking for different options and suddenly the stone lit up.

- I just want to go home! Change me back!

The stone lit up

- Sophie, what is it?

Suddenly the image began to float and everything turned dark

...

Michael opened his eyes and stood in a completely different room. He immediately looked down and realized that only his clothes had changed. He was still a woman with a decidedly female large breasts and a large, pregnant belly.

- Mother Mother. Look

He looked down at the child, who drew a drawing and showed it to him. The child did not speak English, but somehow Michael understood him.

- Sophie, is everything okay?

Michael looked up and saw next to him a bearded fat man

- Are you still angry that you didn’t fly to the wedding of your childhood best friend in America?

- I? Did you fly?

Michael was still not used to his new voice, but now he noticed that he did not speak English either.

- Well, of course. You yourself said that the flight is expensive and that it would be better if we stay here in Sweden and then buy something for the children.

- In Sweden??!?!?!

Michael could no longer resist and screamed

...

Michael stood on the dock and stared into the distance at the ship on which Sophia's husband ... his husband ... had gone into the distance. A month has passed since he ended up here in Sweden in the body of Sofia Svenson, a pregnant married mother of 1 child.

To say that it was a difficult month was to say nothing. It was a terrible month and Michael was praying that it would end faster. Especially the first days. He said a couple of times that he is not really Sophia, but he was unable to tell anyone his real name. For some reason, every time he wanted to tell someone about himself he talked about Sophia and in the end he gave up.

In the early days, he wanted to buy a ticket from Sweden to the USA, but it turned out to be more difficult. Firstly, he needed a visa, and secondly, the ticket was expensive, and all the money was with Sofia's husband, who thought that Sofia was just going crazy because of her pregnancy. He did not understand why Sofia sharply wanted to go to the USA and of course told his wife that there was no money for the flight.

Of course Michael didn't believe it, but he had to temporarily accept Sophia's life. He found a friend of his in the USA and wrote to him. He realized that now it was difficult for him to speak and even write in English and therefore used google translate. But Michael couldn't even write his old name. Those were weird questions about whether Michael's friend Sophia? And of course they couldn't talk normally.

Michael hated this new life. He had to be in this awkward body. His chest constantly interfered with him and dangled and seemed to him just huge and heavy. He hated his huge belly and the fact that he had to move around awkwardly, otherwise he simply could not. His new family also reacted strangely to him. He was not going to cook or take care of the child, and of course he did not do this for the first days. But then Agnus, Sofia's husband, left for work for the first time (he worked several days a week on the ship) and Michael was left alone with the child and he had to take this role.

Within a month, he wanted to fly away, but he could not get a ticket. And then he began to despair at the thought that this stone had probably already been stolen by someone, and even if he came to the USA, it was not a fact that this stone would be there and he began to cry.

...

Once Michael thought he was back at home. He talked with his old friends, parents.

He opened his eyes in a great mood. The room was dark and he reached out to turn on the desk lamp. Was it just a nightmare. He got out of bed and felt the weight and weight on his chest. The movement caused his chest to swing from side to side. The same long blond hair that he wanted to cut, but somehow could not, touched his shoulders.

"No no"

He looked down at himself and again saw the already familiar picture, and from the mirror the same girl was looking at him. She looked as scared as the first time almost a month ago, when he was here and looked in the mirror at his new reflection.

- Honey, I heard you scream

He felt a hand touch his shoulder. And really, Michael didn't even notice how he screamed in despair. He pushed Agnus's hand away

- Maybe you will return to our bedroom?

Michael looked at him angrily and Agnus left, leaving Michael

- Well, if you want, I'll be glad.

And left Michael alone in this dark room.